IT is in this midst of my jist that i wish to dismiss what i've dissed, for in truth I desire to kiss, not lie listless while the witch tits hit the mark in the dark, to the drone of the morning lark. See how the shadows bark, and do not bite, for they cannot satiate their appetite no matter how much fight the fodder, and nary enough water for the ( Read more... )

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